1101: The Rising Outer Disciple

Luckily, Tang Feng didn't want to take too much advantage of her in a place like this; he stopped when he had enough to avoid causing resentment in Qiu Li, who had always kept herself pure.

He fainted at the most appropriate time. As expected, Qiu Li didn't suspect anything and nervously held Tang Feng in her arms, then poured all the potion she had onto Tang Feng's lips.

Tang Feng was choked awake, looked at Qiu Li speechlessly, "I say, Ali, can you stop for a moment? If you keep this up, even if I'm not poisoned, I'll be choked to death by you."

"Ah, I, I didn't mean it." Qiu Li, who kept others at a distance, actually had a simple nature; seeing her cute side, Tang Feng couldn't bear to say more.

"Alright, I'm fine now. This little poison won't kill me. But the credit goes to you. If you hadn't stirred up my strong desire to live just now, I might have already been scattered to the soul." Tang Feng tried to make himself appear weaker, lying in Qiu Li's arms.